Team at Scallywag

When I was a young man I happened to be bartending at a very posh hotel just across the road from Hyde Park, London. One afternoon, a bevy of guests had begun to accumulate around the table in front of the bar, when for no apparent reason (I figured I must have said something flippant along the way to one of the members of the party) I was invited to participate in their drinking revelry.

At first hesitant and quite reticent, but by the third glass of champagne quite sanguine and reassured by new friends (lords of sorts) I kept drinking when someone happened to ask;

About

I think the idea to start “Scallywag and Vagabond.” (SCV) originates from my myriad background and the many years I have spent in preferred cafes and brasseries extolling the virtues and subtle intricacies of ‘being’ as the Beaujolais ran, the cigarette wafted and the gentleman to my side pontificated while spraying himself with a deftly tied cravat and sun crested idolatry.’

I grew up in Australia where as a young man one was obliged to become a hero of sorts. A master swimmer, fighter of causes, ideals and disheveled denizen of aesthetics, and more often a carefree ‘larrikin’ who would occasionally poke his sun bronzed nose at authority and convention Read More